The RETURN Of ULYSSES...

Saturday August 1st.  Today is precisely 39 years since my parents, myself, and the dog* returned to the house in which, along with my brother, we'd lived for 11 years before moving elsewhere.  Four years later we moved back (sans brother), and those 39 years don't seem one whit longer than our previous period of habitation.  Sometimes I have difficulty remembering precisely when certain events took place; was it during our first stay or our second?  It's hard to recall exactly.

Anyway, just thought I'd mark the occasion.  But where the hell did those 39 years go?

*It was a different dog, though of the same breed (German Shepherd).  Tara died three years into our stay in that other house, her successor, Zara, joined our family in our last year there.  Also, although we moved back in on the 1st, the official tenancy commencement date was Tuesday 4th.

To The VICTOR, The SPOILS...

Copyright D.C. THOMSON & Co., Ltd

Here's a nice book from 2010 that I won at auction recently - for less than its original price.  (Oops, my mistake - it was 51p more.  I was mixing it up with another item I also won.)  I read a handful of pals' Victor comics when I was a kid and bought the occasional free-gift issues as a teenager, but that apart, I wasn't a particular fan of the weekly periodical.  Why?  Probably because it consisted mainly of War and Sports stories.  However, something about the book caught my fancy so I decided it was going to be mine - and it now is!  Incidentally, the slightly grubby look in places on the cover is part of its design, not the result of 'shelf (or any other kind of) wear'.  I think I'll enjoy reading it.  (And it still has its free gift.)

Did any of you read The Victor when you were younger and is this the sort of book you'd like to own?  Tell your fellow Crivvies in the comments section.  (Or I'll bore you all witless with more shocking Care Home revelations.)